Lazy not lazy
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Go and roll yourself a long johnny
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While this demo is smoking
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This is evil shit, not good evil
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I pulled the rhythm out of the darkness
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Drunk divas in bikinis
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So they move their ass to these basses
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I am somewhere in the morning
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Their gray shadows on the walls dance without them
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We fly on the block where the demons are looking for bodies
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In order to get out on the street,
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And then they burn them in one night
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It's Smokey Mo people fires
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They don't run from the plague, but they run from the dull routine, rat fuss
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They can't leave... Ai
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Deadly like a virus while the smoke blows out the cab
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So the days are carried away to the grave ... Ai
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Vanity pushes to the cliff
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Who is on hangovers, who is on trips
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Like those who came before us
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We are just names and dates on the plates
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You know our deeds, why we drown
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Babylon is on fire, the inhabitants are in shock
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It takes a lot of money to be in hip-hop
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Our sick collage, new day on the block (Yeah)
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Not distant praise, this is a fierce dope
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We are just seeds that will sprout by the Sabbath
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Where there is buried talent, there are bastards in the top
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Here is the price for everything
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These Hooks are opium, there's only one thing on their minds
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They are looking for how to rise from the bottom, but they are all like fog
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Disappear, melt in the days, but in their eyes there is a veil
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In dreams there are only bundles of papers, but they are all like fog
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Disappear, melt in days, disappear, melt in days
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Disappear, melt in days, disappear melt in days
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What we took out of the darkness is a single spirit
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Our ideas from dust, life hack by ear
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Such a slippery slope, don't feel the wine
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The schemes are not as complicated as jamon on their neck
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Smoke on the moon, it's so fun
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On the target for a long time, who breaks the canons
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We are going under, this is not part of the plan
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White coats are given to us, where you disappeared
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Through the howl of flashing lights, a bit in the background
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My me with a katana, my me with a balloon
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Past politicians and their empty laws
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The look is so tired, as if it weighs a ton
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Who is on a hangover, who is on a trip (x4)
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While the smoke blows out the cabin
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So the days are taken to the grave
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Who is on a hangover, who is on a trip (x6)
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While the smoke blows out the cabin
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So the days are taken to the grave
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Who is on a hangover, who is on a trip (x2) |